A Bag

I Carry a bag of memories with me , a comb, a wrench, a pair of keys; these objects mean so much in kind, they belonged to wonderful friends of mine. I carry a bag of pictures with me, so when I get lonely, I pull out two or three I lay them out for our kids to see the cool things we did at nineteen. I carry a bag of problems with me, so I never forget what could have happened to me problems can be solved very simply just ask for help from your memories.